When I opened the door this morning I was greeted by a cheery Wall Street Journal, proclaiming President-Elect Obama. I won't lie to you; I teared up a little bit.
After watching the Kerry/Bush debates four years ago I wrote here, "I turned to BF at the mid-point and said, 'When Bush wins, can we riot in the streets? Set cars on fire? ... To paraphrase the immortal Limp Bizkit, I'll need to break shit.'"
Good to see I haven't changed. For the record, I did not riot, but I was very disappointed. I rioted on the inside.
Phew. So that's done. Let's talk about something else now.
I feel like I should write something with a plot and characters and dialogue. I dunno. Like a story with a lot of pages. And a cover. And words. Definitely words. For sure I'll need words.
If I went with pictures I wouldn't need as many words.
But I can't draw.
Then words it is!
(Welcome to my inner monologue.)
For lunch I went to McDonald's and ordered a Big Mac and I'm not sorry. I know it is not real food. Burgers aren't supposed to look like that, but it satisfies the fast food itch like nobody's business.
I wonder who nobody is and what business it is of his to care so much. He always seems to weigh in on issues such as this one.
1 comment:
HAH! My Name Is Nobody. I couldn't resist. And, you probably haven't even heard of that movie, have you?
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